Thursday, 27 September 2012

New playlist that I drew come seeeee



NEW PLAYLIST NEW PLAYLIST
Based on my post-summer memories of lovely times with my friends and focusing on the whole Coming of Age film (and just life in general) genre. Especially in light of my pending 21st birthday! 21 songs for my 21 years brooooo. The songs all feature on some of my favey teens-learning-life-lessons films such as Adventureland, Flashbacks of a Fool, Juno, The Runaways, the Perks of being a Wallflower, Almost Famous, the Breakfast Club and even Marie Antoinette. 

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Window Reflections and Introspections in Cinema


It’s a well known fact that watching the same films over and over you can tend to spot small details you never noticed before. A cinematic motif was inspected and approved by yours truly the other day when watching “Lost in Translation” for approximately the fourth time. Characters in films, enjoy staring out of windows. Staring, and thinking. Thinking about something that has usually just impacted their life in a profound, or sometimes a somewhat mundane way



This is the second Sofia Coppola film I’ve seen in which there is a long shot of a main character staring wistfully out of a moving vehicle’s window. If I was a director and I had to have a trademark and Sofia hadn’t already got dibs on this trademark I would have it as my own.



The above  photo is a cheeky screen cap of one of my all time favourite scenes in cinema ever, the feeling of having just met someone that you really fancy and you dream about him whilst, funnily enough, gazing out of a car window.
So once I observed this wistful cinematographic procedure I could not help but notice it everywhere and all the time and stare at it bewildered, like noticing a friends yellowhead on his/her chin.





 That time of introspection in a moving vehicle, is the sweetest. It makes me love long car journeys. It makes me love this time to do nothing and just be with my thoughts, its one of the only times I can truly relax. When I was a baby when I had trouble sleeping my dad would take me on a long car journey to get me to sleep, and it always worked. I like to think it still holds the same effect on me. I don’t know if its personal, my relationship and reverence to the “staring out the car window wistfully” shot. But I can say that maybe someone else, i.e. the directors of the above films, feels the same. Maybe it’s a crucial part of the human conditions connection with the car.

Friday, 8 June 2012

Drawn to Drawing


I was just thinking, when someone asks me about watching shows like Sister Sister or Boy Meets World, or even Saved by the Bell, I can never recall watching them during the 90s. I remember going through a almost childhood long phase where I just simply couldn’t be bothered with live action television shows. They bored me. I preferred the bright colours of a cartoon, Hey Arnold, Rugrats, Recess. And especially, my still-favourite- As Told By Ginger. I don’t know if it was the colours or the way the characters darted so freely around the screen, literally drawn from imagination alone. But it was probably the way they were drawn that got me, I figured out that I could make these shows myself, with just a pen and paper! All the stories in my head could become real, so I began to fill up sketchbooks with stories and illustrations, comic strips and story boards.
This was where my craft began. Where an anxious, highly imaginative young girl’s stories left her head and fabricated in front of her. All through some drawing.

Monday, 19 March 2012

Rematerialization: The coexistence of Concept and Craft

   In 1973 Lucy. R. Lippard wrote that art from 1966 to 1972 went through a highly transitory phase. That aesthetics in art were on their way out, dissipating into the void of art history as we know it, and that conceptual art was bounding in in it’s wake. A de-emphasis on material aspects: so sculptural, structural formations were out, and photography, text, performance and ideas were in. In this time period of six years, Lippard suggests that artists rejected the craft of art and the creation of objects themselves seeking instead something more fundamental. Ms. Lippard calls this "resonance". Though "conceptual art" has long since passed by, the analysis in this book is still current and applies more than ever in our "post-modernist" period.
   I, as an artist who has found a recent reverence for process and materials in my own practice, could not ignore this huge theme in the art world: Craft Vs. Concept. I have always been an artist who thinks the two should coincide. I shun Duchamp, ignore Sol LeWitt. Art should be like a human face, it should express what is going on underneath on the surface. So this essay is about what I call, rematerialization. I want to focus on the aesthetic side using process art and arte povera as an example, looking at the materials that are applied and the means and consequences provided by nature’s elements, and I plan to reach for the pragmatic meanings and ideas underneath too. This is rematerialization: my appreciation of aesthetics, materials and process.
   I have chosen to examine Process Art because it is highly relevant to my current practice, one that included artists such as Eva Hesse and Robert Morris. I also aim to dip into the Arte Povera movement, but Process Art is my main area of interest. So in short, this is how this essay will proceed:
1)  Materials. The building blocks that make up the aesthetic.
2)  The elements vs. these materials. What role does nature play?
3)  Subject. The pragmatics behind the aesthetics.

“Process artists were involved in issues attendant to the body, random occurrences, improvisation, and the liberating qualities of nontraditional materials such as wax, felt, and latex. Using these, they created eccentric forms in erratic or irregular arrangements produced by actions such as cutting, hanging, and dropping, or organic processes such as growth, condensation, freezing, or decomposition.” (Guggenheim Museum, 2012: http://www.guggenheimcollection.org)

    So far in my research I have noticed one word that has been used frequently to describe the nature of the materials used by the process artists; “Industrial”. A personification of this and a forefronter in Process Art would be Robert Morris. Morris used an array of materials in this category, from rubber, steel, plywood and industrial felts to unmanageable materials like dirt, thread and steam.  Morris’ late 1960s felt works are particularly relevant, and portray a pivotal transmutation between minimalism and Process Art. 
Robert Morris. Untitled. 1967-8.
   Interestingly enough, it has been suggested that these materials may be echoes of scenes from his childhood, one being of him playing in heaps of fabric at a family friend’s house or a “malevolent black mound of coal” (R.Morris, 2008: “Interview: Robert Morris”, www.tate.org.uk) in the family garden. “Early childhood experiences have always been central to my art making.” (R.Morris, 2008: “Interview: Robert Morris”, www.tate.org.uk) This further supports my idea that aesthetics and concept can coexist. Even when the artist tries to block the concept out through pure creativity and the “art relating to nothing but art”(Lucy Lippard, 1973: 7) perspective, the artist’s subconscious leaks through. Even in the disguise a childhood memory. In fact, Morris was an ambassador for Process Art in the late 1960s, expressing the importance of serendipitous natural factors that can effect “Process”:

“Sometimes a direct manipulation of a given material without the use of any tool is made. In these cases considerations of gravity becomes as important as those of space. The focus on matter and gravity as means results in forms which were not projected in advance. Considerations of ordering are necessarily casual and imprecise and unemphasized. Random piling, loose stacking, hanging, give passing form to the material.” (Morris, Robert in Lippard, Lucy, pages.45-46)

   What I have noticed about Process Art is that there is a massive element of serendipity, paint drips (ref. To “Splashing, 1968” by Richard Serra), tendrils fall down and hang, colours change over time. The name was given to this movement as there was more of a focus on the formation of a piece, as opposed to the end product, the objet d’art. Incidentally, this is all down to mother nature. The elemental side of these works are absolutely crucial. Whether it be something very organic like mould, or something more physics-focused like space or gravity, elemental constituency is ever present in Process Art. 
  This is what I love about process art, a piece is almost alive, it changes and develops over time. I have integrated this fascination of ephemerality into my own work, by covering my pieces in bread dough in order for them to mould, pickling decomposing food in jars and even creating my own crystals out of sugar.
    Yes the process artists often left their work to the forces of nature, Hesse with her latex creations that moulded and collapsed over time, Penone with his tree-orientated sculptures, but this serendipity was planned, a paradox in itself. 
   Giuseppe Penone’s work is reknowned for having a deep connection to the natural world, a relationship between tree and the human figure. There was a massive regard to elemental constituency in Penone’s portfolio of sculptures, his Continuerà a crescere tranne che in quel punto ("It Will Continue to Grow Except at that Point") consisted of a steel cast of his hand in a tree trunk, causing the tree to poetically and bulbously grow around the hand. He often uses the shape and form of a tree to his advantage, carving tree trunks to imitate the human body in appearance. Man made versus the organic, another theme that pops up in my current practice.
Sugar Crystals made by myself
My studio space.

   So the elements add some serendipity to a finished process piece, but does this serendipity necessarily mean there is no concept or idea to the work?
   Eva Hesse considered gravity and space a major influence on her pieces, we can see this especially in “Untitled” (1970), my personal favourite Hesse, in which the rope tendrils loop, hang, drip and protrude, suggesting the bodily. I only recently found out that Eva made this piece when she was dying, I perceive a lot of death, sadness and rawness in this piece. Purely through its shape, and use of soft, visceral materials. It has been suggested that Eva Hesse was part of the minimalist movement, but I disagree, you look at this sculpture and you see too much of the artist in it. Lucy Lippard, incidentally a close friend of Hesse, described her work contradictorily as: “both strong and vulnerable, tentative and expansive” (L, Lippard. 1976: 6). So how can we say Hesse’s works don’t mean anything? Funnily enough, she often aimed for this:
"I wanted to get to nonart, nonconnotive, nonanthropomorphic, nongeometric, non, nothing, everything, but of another kind, vision, sort, from a total other reference point, is it possible?" (Eva Hesse in Grace Gleuck: 2006, www.nytimes.com)
   Yet I do not see this, I think her art is too emotionally loaded, and you can see this through the aesthetic. This is why I chose to study Hesse for this essay, I see an aesthetic and a concept coexisting in her work. She often suggested that her life could subconsciously slip into her work as subject matter:
“My art and life have not been separated. They have been together.”(Eva Hesse in Lucy Lippard. 1976:5)
Eva Hesse's "Untitled", 1970, in collection of the Whitney Museum

Rosalind Krauss expresses my above sentiments in her article on Eva Hesse, describing her as:
‘formalist dialogue of the 1960s with the message of expressionism … ‘manifested through the experience of matter itself.’

   All in all, this essay has showed to me that I do have the resources and research techniques to find artists that I appreciate and are relevant to my work. And that there are artists out there in the past and present that have concept and material coexisting in their work, I just have to use the thorough research methods I have gained through writing this essay, in order to find them. Rematerialization is feasible, the current art world is not dominated by minimalistic conceptualists, and we can see this in artists work today. 


"Shooting into the Corner", Anish Kapoor, 2008-09

"Keffieh," by Mona Hatoum, (1993-99), human hair on cotton, 1993-1999, collection Peter Norton, Santa Monica. A re-creation of the traditional headscarf or "Keffieh" worn by Arab men that interweaves strands of women's hair.

Saturday, 17 December 2011

New motives at twenty.

   I just took a moment to look at the title of my blog: “This is my blog and my brain”. And Ive realised that I have made a mistake in the current content of this ol’ blog o’ mine. It’s all too- formal. My previous posts are article formatted, my voice is there, but not 100%. Strangely stiff, like an awkward best man making his speech nervously at a wedding, pushing jokes out uncomfortably.
   All of you who read this blog and know me personally know that I like to think. I probably think too much, the nerve synapses in my brain are working overtime pushing those electrochemical signals about. Im surprised my brain hasn’t gone on strike yet. Otherwise, known as a stroke (ba dumm tssshhh).  Thoughts zip around this noodle like many metal balls in a particularly mad and colourful pinball machine. My brain even tries to think when I’m asleep, hence my vivid dream-filled nights.
   So this is why I came to this decision. This blog is about to become personalized. I plan to write more on my general musings, as well as the usual reviews and articles. This entails the introduction of more rants and raves. Articulate rants of course, a far cry from the embarrassing “y is lyf soo harddd?!!!1111 2k12” facebook-esque whingings. I also aim to stick more of my poetry on here as well.
  
   The original plan was for this blog to be like a portfolio, professional, witty and perfect. But it was inevitably going to revert back to me and my thoughts. This is my blog, and my brain.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Frieze Fair is like the Ideal Home Exhibition.. Except connoisseurs buy large scale installations instead of Shiatsu Massager chairs.

   With a thick head and profusely runny nose (bad cold at the time)I was swept into the meat market that is Frieze Art Fair. With Fine Art pieces filling every physical space in the large white tents, the experience was somewhat overwhelming. There is only so much scrutinizing of contemporary art from all over the globe you can really partake in in one day, without your brain deteriorating into a mushy peas consistency.
   Funnily enough, the more “well known” artist’s works seemed to catch my eye the most (i.e. Mark Quinn’s “Shell Sculpture” and Cornelia Parker’s “30 pieces of silver with reflection”). Which made me think, did I like their work because they are renowned? Or the opposite, are they renowned because their work displayed ultimate aesthetical and conceptual finesse? Cornelia Parker was mainly located in the Frith Street Gallery section, an area I would recommend, a fulfilling and intriguing selection of works, including Tacita Dean’s, laid out and curated effectively, Cornelia’s silverware levitating spectrally in the centre of the enclosure, creating a flow of visitors around the perimeter of the installation.

Cornelia Parker "30 Pieces of Silver with Reflection", 15 pairs of silver plated objects with squashed "reflection" 

  Overall, it was interesting seeing the contrasting and differing interests and styles in each country the galleries originated from. The Americans, East Coast particularly, take a fancy to Japanese artists who take inspiration from cartoons . NY’s work was colourful, playful, grabbing inspiration from pop culture (reminiscent of the Warhol days) and apparently, childhood. Meanwhile in Europe, Spain’s styles seem so far away from the US’ and England’s, who’s correspondence in art styles is still going strong. Spain’s work seems almost quite traditional, or even commercial. I decided this when viewing Spain’s Galeria Helga De Alvear. Japan’s pieces contained massive elements of traditional motifs from the past and history of the country.

 Marc Quinn, "Shell Sculpture", 2011

   One thing that struck me about Frieze was its wonderful potential for great people watching. One particularly interesting Bob Dylan-esque bloke ambled around dressed head to toe in purple, a large green feather placed in his hat. Maybe I was so prone to desperately people watching at Frieze due to Frieze Fair’s general lack of humanness in the work portrayed. The work for me that really impressed me and really struck an emotional chord was Nan Goldin’s “Cookie Meuller (March 2 1949- November 10 1989)”. It was found on one of the outside walls of the Matthew Marks Gallery area, and it was one of the only pieces at Frieze that people seemed to really stop and look at. A small crowd congregated around the wallful of framed photographs, I slowly edged myself to the front so I could see what everyone was so engrossed in. The frame on the far left of all the other framed photographs was different. It had a written extract in, a short summary of the artist’s 13 year relationship with Cookie Meuller, a woman you could probably call Goldin’s muse, who died aged forty of an AIDs related illness. Goldin had documented their entire relationship, thinking that if he “couldn’t lose her if he photographed her enough”. These A4 cibachrome prints were simple yet effective, snaps of Cookie singing, playing with her son and dog, getting married, drinking sat at the kitchen table. I was drawn, you could really feel the closeness between artist and subject. It was beautiful, personal, sensitive, an entire life on one wall. I don’t know whether I loved this piece because of the emotion in it, or the medium of photography as a technique to record a life, or even the fact this piece had a summary next to it (something I found lacking at Frieze, there were never any descriptions next to a piece so I often felt lost to what the work actually meant), but to me personally, it was a successful work.

Nan Goldin's Cookie Meuller prints viewed sideways on. Curious visitors are reflected on the photo frames.

   Yes, there was a slight presence of creativity at Frieze Art Fair, but I do think there was room for more. But understandably, Frieze fair is an event for Art and Business. Dealers and artists trawl the white tents for the next big thing in the Art world. After all, Art is rather like fashion, trends come and go. And the greats remain timeless. Notable rising stars include Tacita Dean (who has hit her big break in the form of the Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall), and Martin Creed. Who’s work is soooooo hot right now. You couldn’t swing a cat without bumping into one of his canvas painted with beams of bold acrylic.
   If I wanted to review my experience with a negative perspective, I would agree wholeheartedly with this quote: Frieze is an overlit, overpeopled, overheated carnival of excess that has given me a couple of new images to mull over. I hold them close, to calm me down, and leave before my migraine kicks in” (Miranda Sawyer, “Frieze2011- review”, www.guardian.co.uk) . But Frieze Fair was an entirely new experience for me and I remain grateful. Even if I had lost my will to live by the time I had reached the last gallery space.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Meaningful, reflective, introspective, rite of passage, first-month-of-Uni post

University so far: A summary.

Months have been here: 1.2
Days have been here: 38
Paintings painted: 6
Essays written: 2
Diseases suffered: 1 (Freshers Flu, naturelment)
Pumpkins carved: 1 (see below) 
Money spent: URGH
Alchohol Units: Hmmmmm. Could still be worse though.
Calories: Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
House Parties: 1
Catwoman costumes: 1
Family Meal Fridays: 3
Disney Films watched: Roughly 14?
Open Mic Nights:1
Freshers Week: SO GOOOOOD!
No. of Mug Cakes consumed: 8
No of times have washed Bedlinen: 0


Above is a legitimate art school pumpkin. Isnt it beautiful? Happy Halloween for yesterday!